natural connections

Something small and bright caught my eye. Stopping mid-stride and mid-conversation, I bent down to look at a small jumble of legs and exoske...

Excitement and nerves were at an all-time high as my car crept down the gravel road, the sun having just slipped below the horizon. I was on...

The wetland just east of Lake Namakagon was still brown with last year’s dried leaves and swollen with this year’s melted snow as we drove h...

Last Sunday I was asked to give the message for the Chequamegon Unitarian Universalist Flower Ceremony. Everyone brought a flower, they were...

One lovely afternoon last May, I set out with a friend to paddle an upper section of the Namekagon River. Flights of “mackerel sky” clouds p...

From the air, Los Angeles looks nothing like the Northwoods. There’s the grid of roads, the glint of glass, and too little water. But with 8...

“We all have enough reality, right?” My head whipped to the gas pump’s screen, catching the end of an advertisement for a virtual reality he...